By the time the cloaked fighter reached the entrance of the alley, the big vehicle was swinging the next corner.

When they were gone, the vehicle lifted, swung ponderously over the trees, and descended into the hangar.

The heavy vehicle backed and swung; gravel flew as the accelerator-pedal hit the floor.

But the leading vehicle swung away and sped parallel to our front rank.

The little vehicle swung and bumped about before finally settling to solid ground.

The vehicle swung into a turn-around, halted before a long two-story building.

But when both vehicles swung round and began to pick up speed she realised they were jogging alongside.

Our vehicle swung slowly over the city, turning on its axis and making a great circular sweep.

But while the three cars were turning, another vehicle swung into the avenue from three blocks below.

They were less than twenty paces clear of the street door when a vehicle swung around the corner down-range.